Studio Ghibli’s return to the spirit world is more than a cinematic event—it’s a quiet, soul-deep awakening. Spirited Away 2: The Forgotten River, directed by Goro Miyazaki, is a rare sequel that dares to evolve rather than echo. While it reverently honors the 2001 masterpiece, this continuation ripples with deeper melancholy, richer emotional currents, and a maturity befitting its older heroine and audience.

Now seventeen, Chihiro is caught between adolescence and adulthood. She walks through her world with the weight of a forgotten wonder pressing on her shoulders—dreams half-remembered, emotions she can’t quite name. The first act grounds us in this uneasy in-between, where her parents fall into an unnatural coma and a haunting melody begins to unravel reality. It is not nostalgia that calls her back to the spirit world—it’s grief, mystery, and the quiet ache of something unfinished.
What she returns to is not the bright and bustling bathhouse she once knew. The spirit world is fading. Yubaba’s bathhouse sits abandoned, choked in vines and silence. The rivers that once teemed with magic have receded to cracked earth. The soot sprites flicker like dying embers. It’s a world decaying from disconnection—a mirror of a human world that has forgotten how to believe.

The Ferryman, the film’s central antagonist, is one of Ghibli’s most haunting creations yet. A vast, solemn figure composed of rotting paper charms and drifting ink, he is not evil in the traditional sense, but corrupted by sorrow. Once the gentle guide of departed spirits, he has become twisted by centuries of abandonment. His goal—to sever the link between human and spirit forever—is not borne of cruelty, but heartbreak.
Goro Miyazaki imbues the film with a quieter sensibility than his father. The pace is slower, more meditative, but no less enchanting. The visual design is mesmerizing: overgrown spirit cities, canals flowing with starlight, shrines swallowed by fog. Each frame is drenched in mood and meaning, whispering truths about time, memory, and loss.
Haku’s return is perhaps the film’s most anticipated moment—and it doesn’t disappoint. He is changed: older, wearier, and unsure of his place in a world that no longer flows with the same magic. His reunion with Chihiro is gentle, aching, and filled with unspoken longing. Together, they navigate dreamlike landscapes—spirit libraries, floating trains of rusted lanterns, and rivers that sing in forgotten languages—each location a metaphor for what has been lost and what still might be reclaimed.

The emotional core of the story lies not in a battle between good and evil, but in Chihiro’s rediscovery of self. As she faces ghostly reflections of who she was—and who she’s becoming—the film becomes a deeply introspective tale of growing up. In a world that punishes forgetfulness with ruin, remembering becomes an act of resistance. Magic, in this context, isn’t a gift—it’s a choice.
Joe Hisaishi’s score is ethereal, aching, and every bit as spellbinding as his original work. The piano returns like a familiar voice, but now tempered with silence and deeper chords. New compositions echo with loneliness and hope, giving the film its emotional resonance and spiritual heartbeat.
Not everyone will embrace the film’s slower rhythm and meditative tone. This is not a sequel of spectacle, but of shadow and soul. It doesn’t reintroduce the world of Spirited Away—it peels back its hidden wounds. And in doing so, it offers healing.

Spirited Away 2: The Forgotten River is a gift—not just to fans of the original, but to anyone who’s ever felt the ache of forgetting something beautiful. It’s about time, memory, and the cost of growing older in a world that constantly asks us to let go of wonder.
But the river remembers.
And if you listen closely, so will you.